7.
Her memories of what had happened after that were hazy.
Meat had to be restrained, by Britney, from launching herself at Galileo screaming, "Lemme at 'im, the wee bugger!"
Galileo had left, almost taking the door off of its hinges, he slammed it so hard. Very un-Gaz-ish, but then again, he hadn't been acting very Gaz-ish at all.
And so it had come to this. Scaramouche was lying, humiliated, on the double bed she and Gaz shared used to share, a bag of frozen peas over her left eye, giving the patch of wall directly ahead of her the dirtiest look possible. Meat had said, between curses, that the peas would help the swelling go down. Scaramouche couldn't feel pain anymore, the peas had made her face numb. Her whole body was numb; she couldn't believe what Galileo had said, done. If this was his idea of a joke, it wasn't very funny at all.
She hadn't spoken to anyone since the party, Ha, some party!.
Galileo was wandering again. It had been two hours since he had stormed out of the Heartbreak and he was exhausted. He had no idea how far he had walked, just kept his head down and continued in the same direction, but he wasn't even sure which direction that was. His head burned, his mind swam and his right hand throbbed.
He flopped down on a grassy patch. It was already dark, only the dim street lights providing a light source, so he couldn't see exactly where he was. He knew it was dangerous, especially with his "famous" stamp, being in the middle of nowhere, in the pitch dark by himself, but he was too angry, annoyed and generally pissed off at everything to care.
He lay back and stared at the dark night sky, tiny stars winking back at him. He tried to stay awake, with fear of last night's dream returning, hoping to avoid another, but his eyes were heavy and he was forced into unconsciousness.
